Fly Away With Me
I want to come back as a butterfly.If I should die, I want to become a butterfly. To flutter from flower to flower On gossamer wings using wind power. I land on a branch of a big oak tree, Waiting for the wind to set me free. I see a child in the wood walking, I drop on down and start talking. She looks up at me with a smile, I say fly away with me for a while. She spreads her wings following me, We fly so high and look at what we see. We fly for miles hol...
